"I can show you." Mikkel giggled and reached around to ruffle up Rekker's hair. "Is your ginger like Sigurd and gets a hard on watching?"

Rekker sighed and playfully swatted Mikkel's hand away.

"Yes, I couldn't take him to the club. He looks too much like a boy." Mikkel's drunken mind thought that was a great reason. Mikkel snuggled up in Sigurd's lap, holding Fredrik. He let out a sigh because it felt good.

"Do you have booze?" Mikkel suddenly asked the two up front.

"Vodka and Whiskey in the trunk." Rekker had got it to take to Bjorn at the hotel but if they drank it at the beach it was no loss.